But he didn't notice, death had already silently arrived behind him.
Ming Mei quietly appeared behind him, her steps as silent as a cat's.
Ming Mei's bare feet, tender and white, made no sound as they stepped on the cold ground.
She quickly sprang forward, her left hand covering the man's mouth, and her right hand harshly drew a military knife across his neck.
Ivana only felt a warm liquid suddenly splashed on her face and neck, filling her nostrils with the smell of blood.
At that moment, Ivana wanted to scream, but she didn't dare. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
She was a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, never having experienced such situations. Everything that happened today was her nightmare.
Ivana was grateful that she had met Ming Mei, otherwise, she would have completely collapsed by now.
Now she knew clearly, if Ming Mei hadn't killed that man...
Then she would have been the one being stripped and violated.
